All Silent on the Flint

Bobby opened his eyes and a strange expression crossed his face.

“Sheriff?”

“Huh?”

“Did you know that Sarah girl?”

The sheriff flicked his butt overboard and lit another cigarette. He squint his eyes as a trail of smoke stung them.

“Not really, Bobby. I knowed her folks. They was pretty nice people. Kind of simple in their ways. I’m sure they would have been ashamed of her bein a wiccan.”





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